I heard people referring to a retirement center as the “home.” And heard comments about older people not having any fun. I was not motivated yet. I thought I had retired from writing novels.
Then, enter a new neighbor: Dr. Robert Holt, into the apartment across the hall. He read my other books and immediately began to pester me to write this book. I fought him for a year. Then, I found myself making notes about funny or poignant incidences that had happened at Windsor Point, the CCRC where we live. I began to wonder “What could happen if—?”
It became great fun. Now, if you do not like Mabel’s Way, blame Bob. If you like it, give him credit.